Neeta bhabhi...
Bhabhiji ki rasoi - Chapter 2
The coffee decoction was the first to brew. As the rich aroma of coffee filled the kitchen, slowly waking Neeta up, she began kneading the chapati dough. The sensation of her fingers moulding and mixing the flour with warm milk brought back memories of Rishabh's fingers intertwined with hers during their intimate moments, as she clung to him tightly, her body moving rhythmically with his.
Neeta smiled slowly as she felt her nipples harden through her blouse at such memories. She had skipped wearing a bra today, so that she could pinch and awaken them anytime she wanted, feeling her swollen areola as she flicked it lightly sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
A cold sensation of something crawling on her waist made Neeta jump in the air, covering her mouth to muffle her scream. Rishabh’s scent filled her nostrils, as he dug his face into her neck, kissing her skin. His fingers squeezed her stomach, teasing her just below her breasts.
Neeta tried to turn around, but Rishabh held her in place, digging his pelvic into her ass.
"When did you return? I didn’t even hear you enter."
"Mmhhh… Neeta bhabhi… you’ll hear me enter alright." He laughed throatily as Neeta giggled at his naughty thought.
She turned her head sideways, her lips parted as on offering, that Rishabh accepted feverishly.
At 6 in the morning, everyone was still fast asleep. But in the next few minutes, each member of the family would awaken slowly. Rishabh and Neeta had to be quiet but also fast.
"I missed you…" Rishabh murmured into her ears, as his fingers began unbuttoning her blouse, concealed beneath her pallu. With every hook that came undone, Neeta sighed, the weight of her breasts increasing on each hook that was left.
Neeta threw her head back, resting it on Rishabh’s shoulder.
Last hook undone, her breasts spilled free, only to be caught into Rishabh’s palms as he massaged them, bringing life into her.
Mmhhh… devarji… maine bhi aapko bohot miss kiya”
(Mmhhh… brother-in-law… I missed you a lot too)
Neeta’s reaction never ceased to excite Rishabh. And he knew just how to spur her on.
His thumbs repeatedly ran over her dark brown nipples, which appeared almost black in the dim light of the sunrise slowly enveloping them. Making Neeta moan short and softly, she began grinding her ass, circling her waist wantonly, spurring Rishabh further.
"Bhabhi… mmhhh…" Rishabh said over and over again, his hardness growing and making Neeta aware of how much he had really missed her.
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